Quotes About Gratitude

Yesterday I was worried about a lot of things. Today I know what matters.

Once, she had taken love for granted. Never again. Love was the sun and the moon and the stars in a world that was otherwise cold and dark.

You are my sunlight in the dark and the ground beneath my feet. Because of you, I can survive

All her life she had waited—longed for—people to love her, but now she saw what really mattered. She had known love, been blessed by it.

Možda je tako trebalo biti,možda se tako život razvijao ako živiš dovoljno dugo.Radost i tuga sastavni su dio paketa;trik je u tome da osjetiš sve,ali da se malo ?vrš?e držiš radosti jer nikad ne znaš kad bi se snažno srce moglo ugasiti.

Ako je išta nau?ila od svega ovoga,onda je to da život-i ljubav-mogu nestati u sekundi.Ako ga imaš,trebaš ga se držati svom snagom i uživati u svakoj sekundi.

After so many solitary years, spent tucked away in convents and forgotten in boarding schools, Isabelle never took for granted the fact that now she had friends, people whom she cared about and who cared about her.

Elsa thought of all the laundry she'd done in her life, the joy she'd always taken in hanging sheets to dry, but never until now had she fully, deeply appreciated the sheer physical pleasure of clean sheets on naked skin. The fresh smell of lavender soap in her hair.

they'd learn what needed to be held close in life, and what wasn't worth worrying over.

God gave us memories so that we might have roses in December. —JAMES M. BARRIE

Mrs. Quisdorf picked that book out for you. That card, though, that's the real gift. It can take you anywhere, Loreda.

They were so...larger than life, these Yanks, with their ready smiles and booming voices. And their gratitude....She'd lost track of the times an American had hugged her so tightly she'd come off her feet.

Don't take peace for granted, he'd said to her often. It can shatter like glass.

You gave me wings, Mom. Did you know that? I feel you here. Will I always?

Don't take peace for granted, he'd said to her often. It can shatter like glass.

They were so...larger than life, these Yanks, with their ready smiles and booming voices. And their gratitude. Not at all like the Brits, who thanked her with clipped words and cool voices and firm handshakes. She'd lost track of the times an American had hugged her so tightly she'd come off her feet.

Never to suffer would never to have been blessed.

my feet. Because of you, I can survive. I hope

what matters, and it is not what I have lost. It is my memories. Wounds

My life. It's enough.

Isabelle sat down beside MacLeish and leaned tiredly against him. "You're a wonder," he said in a hushed voice. "I've been told I don't make smart decisions. This may be proof of that." She shivered, whether from cold or exhaustion, she didn't know. "Dumb but brave," he said with a smile. Isabelle was grateful for the conversation. "That's me.

It's one of the perks of my life.

All my life I've been told to make no noise, don't want too much, be grateful for any scrap that came my way. And I've done that. I thought if I just did what women are supposed to do and played by the rules, it would Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I don't know Ã¢â'¬Â¦ change. But the way we're treated…" "It's unfair," he said. "It's wrong," she said.

Quiero que sepas una cosa: me ha encantado mi vida. Estuve mucho tiempo esperando que empezara, esperando que hubiera más. Tenía la impresión de que lo único que hacía era conducir, ir a la compra y esperar. Pero ¿sabes qué? No me perdí ni un solo momento con mi familia, siempre estuve ahí. Eso es lo que recordaré, y ellos se tendrán los unos a los otros.